*I don't own these characters

Going Our Separate Ways

BPOV

I woke up around seven, taking a blurry look at the alarm clock. My body seemed to be in a steel cage because I couldn't move my arms. I looked down and saw a muscular forearm across my body holding me fast. I felt a foreign leg lodged between mine. I looked around the room at the scattered clothing and tossed luggage.

It really did happen. It wasn't a dream. I was really there with my very own beautiful man. I slept with him. I was moving to Chicago. I was moving in with him.

Oh My God. How was I supposed to tell Emmett when I didn't even believe it? I blew out a gust of air, sighing when a lock of hair fell in my face. I tried to reach up and brush it away, but remembered my arms were locked in his grasp. I twisted around, trying to maneuver myself out of his embrace. I wanted to at least brush my teeth so I didn't knock him over with my morning breath. The wriggling had the opposite effect when I heard him moan and pull me tighter to him. I pushed back with my butt and realized a certain part of his anatomy was definitely awake.

My inner bad girl panted. Apparently, she liked morning sex. Surprise, surprise.

"Edward, I need to get up," I said softly, trying to move his arm. He mumbled something unintelligible as he ground his hips into my ass and his face took a dive into my hair.

Mmmm, that felt good. Maybe I could hang around a few more minutes.

His hand fondled my breast before moving down slowly, teasing my abdomen and gravitating to my girly parts. He lightly stroked me.

"Baby, how are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?" he asked in a sleepy, husky voice. His words and breath on my ear made me tingle, but the truth was that I was a little sore. His hand stopped moving when I didn't respond to him. "Bella?" he asked again.

"I'm a little sore. I'm sorry," I said to him quietly. I was embarrassed and didn't want to disappoint him. But, damn if he didn't have a monster cock that made me sore in the first place.

He just chuckled, hugged me tight to him, and kissed my temple. He hummed a little and got up out of the bed. I watched him walk over to one of his bags on the dresser and he came back over with a couple Tylenol and a bottle of water. All I could see was his still-hard cock standing at attention before my eyes. The man had absolutely no modesty. Not that I really minded, but I didn't know how I was ever going to get anything accomplished with him walking around like that if I lived with him. He leaned down, putting our eyes on an even level. I looked up quickly from his cock to meet his gaze. I was probably blushing ten shades of red at being caught staring at him like that. But all he did was smile and hand me the pills.

"Good morning beautiful. Take these and I'm going to go run you a bath. It will help," he said and turned for the bathroom. Of course I watched him walk away and my heart pounded from the sight of him from the back.

He kept getting more perfect each new minute I spent with him. I didn't know what I had done to deserve him, but I was grateful that he was there all the same.

Drawing me a bath? Could he be any cuter? And those smoldering, emerald eyes…gah!

I sat up and closed my eyes for a moment, bringing his pillow to my face. I inhaled deeply and couldn't help the huge smile appearing from breathing in his scent. If I could bottle it and sell it, I would be a billionaire. I raised my hands over my head and locked my fingers together, taking the time stretch my arms and back out. A small sigh of pleasure escaped me and I knew I had never felt so happy and complete. I looked over when he walked back into the room and stopped. He just stood there wide-eyed and slack-jawed, with his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Oh, umm…nothing." He gulped again. "Your bath is ready."

He walked over to me with one of the hotel bathrobes. I noticed he had put on a pair of boxers. No more peen viewing. I was a little disappointed, but shrugged on the robe and made my way to the bath. I quickly got in and sunk down in the bubbles. It felt so good on my sore muscles. Edward came in a few minutes later and sat on the side of the tub. He reached down and put an errant strand of hair behind my ear, smiling softly.

"Is the bath helping?" he asked. I nodded.

"Would you rather order room service for breakfast or go out somewhere?"

Now that he was talking food, I realized I was absolutely starving. I hadn't had anything to eat since brunch the day before.

"How about room service?" I suggested. I wanted to spend as much time alone with him as possible before leaving. He nodded in agreement.

"OK, I'll take care of it, angel," he said, before leaning down to kiss me. My eyes stayed glued on him as he got up and walked back out.

I wondered if that meant he was going to order one of everything off the menu. Probably. I laughed to myself, already being able to peg my beautiful man. I continued soaking for awhile, until the water turned cold. I drained the tub and got into the shower, wanting to wash my hair. I used some of Edward's shampoo and conditioner. It smelled like him.

After quickly rinsing and drying myself, I combed my hair out to air-dry. I brushed my teeth, put my robe back on and walked out. Edward grabbed me by the waist and spun me to him as I walked into the bedroom. He leaned down and kissed me deeply.

"Mmmm, you smell good. You taste even better," he moaned into my mouth. I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. However, that action led to my robe opening up and giving Edward a full show of my boobs when he looked down. He groaned and pushed away gently.

"Alright, I have to stop now or I am going to throw you on that bed and have my way with you. You are much too tempting Miss Swan."

I smirked at him and turned to grab my lotion out of my bag. He walked into the bathroom to shower.

"Hey, the room service should be by in just a few minutes," he said, peeking his head around the corner. "I didn't want you to be naked in front of the server. That's for my eyes only."

I shook my head and smiled at his silly grin. I quickly dressed in some jean shorts and a red and white camisole. I lotioned my legs and arms and slipped on my sandals. I was just finishing up as the breakfast was delivered. I opened the door and asked him to put the tray on the table. I went to my purse to grab a ten dollar bill to give him as a tip, handing it to him on his way out.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cullen. Have a wonderful day." He nodded as he turned and left.

Wow. Mrs. Cullen? I should have corrected him.

No. He didn't know, it wasn't a big deal.

Why was I thinking so much about it? I wasn't sure how long I stood there in a daze looking at the closed door. But when I turned and saw my reflection in the mirror, I saw the stupid grin on my face. I must have liked the sound of Mrs. Cullen after all.

Hmmm…Bella Cullen. Isabella Marie Cullen. Mrs. Edward Cullen.

Geez, why don't I break out a notepad and start writing it out a hundred times and add some flowers and hearts? What is my problem? I was not in middle school.

Edward cleared his throat and I turned my head. He was standing there in the doorway, freshly showered, wet sex hair, jeans, a polo shirt, and bare feet.

I wanted to lick his feet.

I think I need to enter a program. Is there an Edward Anonymous group available? Hi, my name is Bella and I am an Edward addict.

He stood there smiling at me while I tried to regain my bearings.

Oh no. Please tell me he didn't hear the server and see my stupid euphoric response. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he gave nothing away. He continued smiling and strolled over to the table, not saying a single word.

"Coffee or tea, beautiful?" he asked in an innocent voice. He totally heard that guy.

"Coffee, please." I made my way over to the table as he was removing lids and placing them to the side. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down. He leaned down and kissed my lips chastely before moving to sit in the seat across from me. I doctored up my coffee with sugar and cream, wishing I had my normal morning liquid of vanilla latte.

It appeared Edward had, in fact, ordered the entire breakfast menu. There were omelets, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, bagels, toast, and juices. I was famished and I had no problem digging in. I hoped Edward liked a girl with a good appetite.

"Is everything to your liking, Mrs. Cullen?" I whipped my head around and stared at him. His green eyes were alive with mischief and mirth.

"You heard him!" I cried. I knew I was blushing, and he seemed highly amused by my embarrassment. "I'm so glad I amuse you," I said with a pout.

He started laughing loudly. I started cursing him silently.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it, still chuckling a little.

"You are so gorgeous, Bella. I so love your blush," he told me. I just huffed at him.

He lifted my chin, making me look at him.

"Bella, I thought it sounded pretty damn good. I think Mrs. Cullen fits you perfectly." He then kissed my hand once more and began eating again. I sat there dumbly looking at him, astounded beyond words.

"Please eat, beautiful. I know you must have worked up an appetite." He grinned at me. I couldn't help but smile back at him and start eating again.

I decided to let him off the hook. I wanted to know more about him.

"What is your favorite color?"

"Normally blue, but today it is chocolate brown." I blushed at his words. "And you?"

"Green."

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Hmmm…I like to read, play and listen to music, watch movies, I love sports, playing and watching, I like to sail. I want to take you out on Lake Michigan. Do you like boats and the water?" he asked me.

"Yes, I love the water. I grew up close enough to the coast that we could go out in the water frequently. I even tried cliff diving once. I haven't been out on many boats. I went out with my dad fishing a few times, but he learned pretty quickly that fishing was not really my favorite thing to do. He always had so much in common with Emmett. I think he was always trying to figure out things that we could do together, that we both enjoyed. It was hard for him to try to be enough of a parent to make up for my missing out on time with my mother," I rambled.

It is becoming easier to talk about my father without immediately breaking out into tears. He had grabbed my hand again and was rubbing circles with his thumb. It was amazing how much comfort his touch brought me. "So, you said you like to play music. What do you play?" I asked him, changing the subject.

"I play the piano and guitar. I have to admit I haven't played as much in recent years. During my residency years, I was lucky to actually make it to my bed before I passed out from exhaustion. But, I find that playing relaxes me."

"I hope I can hear you play sometime," I told him.

"I will play for you anytime, Bella," he said, lifting his hand to brush my cheek. I got butterflies when he touched my face. "So, you never told me what you like to do in your free time."

"Oh, I like a lot of the same things as you. I love to read, being a lit major, of course. I also write when I can. I have dabbled with the idea of writing a novel, but just haven't had the inspiration yet. I love listening to music, although I don't play anything. I like to watch sports occasionally. Growing up in a house of men, it was pretty much required. Plus, I like to cheer Emmett on at all his games that I can go to. I definitely don't play sports. I can barely walk a straight line without tripping over thin air," I told him with a shrug. He laughed and I surmised he would understand soon enough the level of my clumsiness.

When we both finished eating, I gathered up the plates and put them back on the tray. We didn't have much more time before we had to pack up and leave. I felt anxious at the thought of being separated from Edward. He grabbed his planner, phone, and a notepad, asking me to grab my phone and planner if I had them.

We sat back down to plot our course of action.

EPOV

I could have sat there all day looking at my Bella and talking about hobbies and likes and dislikes. She was so beautiful it was almost painful. When I had walked into the bedroom earlier that morning after drawing her bath, I was mesmerized watching her stretching, her hair bright like a halo from the sunlight behind her and her breasts high and perky as she arched her back. I thought I was going to come right there on the spot. Seeing her flawless skin in the morning light, with no makeup; she glowed. She had to be the envy of women everywhere because she didn't need makeup; she was naturally beautiful.

Especially when she blushes.

When I had walked out of the bedroom, I heard the server call her Mrs. Cullen. It surprised me a little that she didn't correct him, but I was glad she didn't. I thought the name fit her perfectly.

It was probably too soon to propose to her though. Right?

I watched her standing there looking at the door, before she turned to reveal her breathtaking smile. I hoped that meant that she was amenable to the idea of one day being my wife. I knew she would be if I had anything to say about it.

As we finished our breakfast, it was nearing ten am. I knew we didn't have much more time until we had to leave for the airport and we needed to discuss logistics.

I bet that it would go much faster if I went to Seattle with Bella and helped her pack. Then I wouldn't have to leave her side. I could finagle a couple more days off from the hospital. I wonder what Bella would think of that idea?

As we sat back down at the table with our phones and planners, I scrolled through all my missed calls from the night before. I chuckled when I saw a text from Alice.

I know you met someone. I can't wait to meet her. She and I are going to be great friends! Oh, I told mom too. She's very excited ;) xoxox Alice

"I told you so," I said, leaning close and showing Bella the text. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Oh my God, how does she do that?" she asked me.

"I have no idea. She gets these "feelings", and they usually come true." It was odd. My sister, the psychic pixie.

"Hey Bella, I was thinking...I could probably take off a couple more days and fly with you to Seattle. I could help you get packed and get you to Chicago...if you want," I said, hoping desperation wasn't dripping from my voice.

Why are you being so clingy? I had no idea. I'd never been this way before. Usually, I ran as far in the opposite direction as I could the next morning. But, Bella was different. I didn't want to let her out of my sight. I was so afraid she was going to disappear. When I looked at her face, I could tell she was thinking about it. She took my hand in hers.

"I'm already dreading the time when I have to walk away from you and I wish I didn't have to. But, as much as I want you with me, it will probably be better all around if I go to Seattle alone. I want to talk to Em and Rose first, without you there. They're going to have a hard time accepting this, because it is so out of the norm for me. I'd rather you meet them after they've had some time to absorb it and when they are on your territory," she explained with pleading eyes. I knew this wasn't about being away from me. It was about protecting me.

"I understand, beautiful. It was just an idea. I hate the thought of you being so far away from me," I choked out.

I looked down before I made a fool of myself and busied myself writing all my numbers on a piece of paper for her. I wanted her to have my cell, home, and work numbers. I went ahead and wrote down the numbers for the rest of my family as well. There was no such thing as being too careful.

But, what if she lost the paper? What if she lost her phone? Maybe I should buy her a second phone that she could keep in another bag.

I thought I was losing my mind. She was going to think I was a crazy, stalking boyfriend with a possessive streak if I told her any of the thoughts running through my head.

Actually, crazy, stalking boyfriend with a possessive streak probably describes me to a T, as least in relation to Bella.

I handed her the paper and asked her to program my cell in immediately and call me. I also asked her to write down Em and Rose's numbers, just in case.

She smiled and nodded at me, probably to appease my craziness. Her number came up on my phone when she called and I saved it under "Beautiful". I clicked a quick picture of her on the sly to keep as my wallpaper and entered Em and Rose's numbers as soon as she handed me her paper.

I then wrote down Chicago addresses for her. I put mine and my family's down, plus the address for my hospital.

"Do you know what your brother's new address will be?" I asked, wondering how close they would be. She shook her head.

"No, I'm not sure. I will let you know as soon as I find out," she said.

I lived in a penthouse apartment on the northside. Or actually, we lived in a penthouse apartment on the northside. I was giddy at the thought of Bella living with me. My cock was too.

I had to have a long talk with my cock in the shower that morning. He had practically molested Bella twice. It was all him and not me. He should have been calm after the workout he got last night. I couldn't believe I tackled Bella like that. But, fuck that was amazing. I needed to quit thinking about it. I felt a twitch. Damn cock. My poor Bella was sore and needed recuperation time and he didn't want to listen.

I shook my head at myself for having an internal conversation with my dick. I think I need help. I was obviously on the brink of insanity. I rubbed my face and took a deep breath.

"How soon do you think you can get to Chicago," I asked.

"Well, like I said last night, Em and Rose were planning on leaving in a few days. It's Tuesday now, and I think their moving truck is packing up and heading out on Friday. They're shipping most of their belongings and flying out. I guess I can pack up my stuff and put it in their truck and fly out with them or maybe even earlier. I don't really have a whole lot to pack. It probably would only take me a half a day or so," she explained. I hoped she could fly out earlier than Friday.

So, we plotted and planned the best way for her to break the news to them. She wanted to tell them the news that night after arriving in Seattle and spend the next day packing.

"The biggest obstacle will be telling Em and Rose, although I'm sure they will be happy for the fact I will be in Chicago. Other than that, all I need to do is inform the leasing office I'm leaving and stop by the campus. I'm sure transfers are completed online these days, but I will drop by and see if I need any certified transcripts or other documents," she told me.

"Northwestern is really close to the apartment," I said. I knew they had great literature and writing programs and it seemed her grades were high enough to allow a transfer.

I could always use my family influence if I needed to.

After discussing it all, the soonest she could possibly leave Seattle would be in two days. I looked up flights from Seattle to Chicago and booked a spot for her. I didn't tell her I upgraded her to first class.

"Do you have a car, Bella?" I asked her. I didn't know anything about Seattle public transport.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I drive a rusty, old Chevy pickup. It probably should have been junked a long time ago, but my dad bought it for me for my sweet sixteen. I've had it ever since. It's probably cost more than it's worth over the years in fixing up parts. I bet Rose and Em will be ecstatic to get rid of it." Her voice broke at the end. She was smiling, yet looked so sad. If she loved that truck then I wanted her to keep it.

"Hey. If you want to keep your truck, I'll figure out some way to get it to Chicago," I said. Her breath caught as she looked at me. I was surprised when she stood up and walked over. My own heart may have pounded when she leaned down to kiss me deeply. She kept her hands on my face as she pulled away.

"That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard, Edward Cullen." She stroked my cheek with her thumb and went to sit down again. "But no. The old beast had a good run, but it's time to let her go. I'm starting a new life and will eave the truck for Emmett to take to the junkyard. It'll put a smile on his face."

I was still breathless from her kiss, but reached for her hand again to hold in mine. I nodded to her in understanding.

Before I knew it, time had slipped away and we had to get our things packed and get downstairs to check out.

I watched her as she moved around the room, making sure she had everything she needed. I couldn't believe only twenty-four short hours before, I hadn't even known she existed. Now, here she is getting ready to move across the country to be with me. It was unbelievable, yet it felt so right. God couldn't have created a more perfect girl for me. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. I only needed to get through the next two days.

I could do that. I think.

As we headed towards the door, I had to kiss her one more time in our perfect little bubble. Before we headed out in public, with other people, and our magical time was disparaged by those that couldn't believe it could be true. I pulled her to me and leaned down to kiss her. I gently caressed her lips with my own, trying to convey to her how much what she was doing meant to me.

"Bella, thank you." I kissed her again and then looked in her eyes. I knew she returned my affection. Finally, I pulled away and sighed, picking up our bags as she opened the door.

Back to the real world.

The checkout and cab ride to the airport was uneventful except for the fact that I got increasingly nervous the closer we got to the time we had to part.

Two days. Two days. Two days.

Luckily our flights were departing from the same terminal, ensuring we had a little more time together until she boarded. She held my hand as we walked through the airport to her gate. We were rather quiet, both of us uneasy about letting the other go. We arrived at her gate just as first class was boarding, leaving us only a few more minutes together.

I dropped our bags and hugged her close to me, dipping my head to her neck and inhaling deeply. I wanted to absorb as much of her scent as possible. She was gripping my shirt tightly in her fists.

I leaned back to look at her face, seeing the tears falling. It broke my heart.

"Please don't cry, angel. Please. I swear I will get on that plane with you right now if you want," I pleaded with her. I wondered if I was strong enough to let her go.

"No. I'll be OK. I know I'll see you again in two days. I'm just scared to let you go. I don't want to let you go," she cried.

I hugged her tighter when they announced her group to board. Damn! I couldn't release my grip around her, feeling her trembling lightly in my arms.

Maybe I should go ahead and try to get on this flight?

No, she wants to do this alone. I had to let her go.

I wavered and finally started to loosen my grasp on her. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

I finally had to pull back. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I placed the strap of her bag on her shoulder and leaned in for one last chaste kiss.

"Promise me you will call me when you land," I requested.

"I promise," she replied.

Our heads turned as the final boarding call was announced. She had to leave. I walked next to her as far as I could and she held onto my hand until she had to let it go. I watched her walk down the hall to her plane. She turned around at the end of the tunnel and I saw her tear-streaked face one last time. She gave a little wave before turning and walking around the corner.

I slumped down in a chair and tried to get myself together. It was almost as if I was physically in pain from her absence. I hoped Bella was not having the same kind of reaction.

I finally got myself to my feet and walked to my gate. I said goodbye to New York and got on a plane to go home.

AN: Should Edward have gotten on that plane with her? Let me know what you think.